I used to spend my free time looking for obscure music in obscure record stores. But the music industry has changed and so have I. Now I buy 99% of my music on-line. The days of the mom and pop record store have gone by the wayside. Not to mention, living in Prague where a CD is usually around $20, it has become prohibitively expensive. So, I’ve managed to switch the focus of my field trips. I’ve switched from the staple of music to something equally as important – food.
We spent most of the past weekend around the house which always has a tendency to breed hyperactivity in our two-year-old and me. We both get cranky (I get over caffeinated and she just gets bored). So, in order to get out of the house and do something semi-productive on Saturday, we headed a few blocks down the street to Prague 6’s “Little Italy” deli.
Or at least that’s what I think it is called. I mean, that’s what it says on the awning outside. I can’t find mention of it on the web under any name. Of course, it is right next to the Da Emanuel restaurant. Da Emanuel has been an institution in Prague 6 for years and all of the reviews I’ve read usually find something to love. Admittedly, I’ve never eaten there but I think some of the genius must waft next door into the Little Italy deli.
It’s a boon for Prague 6 foodies. They have a great (if pricey) selection of Italian wines, more Italian products in jars than one could imagine, a deli counter with fresh meats and cheeses, dried pasta and sweets – all from the country shaped like a boot. Then, there’s the focaccia. Fresh made, about the size of a steering wheel and as good as anything you’ll find in Cinque Terre. Little NH and I picked up a still-warm chunk on Saturday and proceeded to go home and freeze it in small portions for later enjoyment. We also got turned on to a nice wedge of fresh fontina. Finally, the lady behind the counter (in a charming mix of English, Italian and Czech) recommended the veal sausages just in from Italy. They’ll be on my grill sometime very soon.
The only thing Little Italy lacks is fresh pasta. I can only imaging how my food bill and belly would balloon if I could stop by on a Saturday morning and pick up fresh ravioli, wine, cheese and focaccia for dinner. Now that would rock. Still, this place is as close as you get to gourmet convenience in Prague. It’s a quick walk, something to look forward to for a couple of hyperactive Americans and a lot tastier than a stack of CD’s.